The Grown Dog Bullies Its Owner Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

NB: Kindly note that this chapter comes before Rebel. This should be Chapter 59. Please accept my apology. Brody's eyes fluttered open, his mind foggy and disoriented. He was met with an unfamiliar ceiling, and his body felt heavy, as if weighed down by an invisible force. His senses were heightened, and every sound, every smell, was amplified. He tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over him, forcing him back onto the cold, damp floor. His wolf, once a silent companion, now spoke to him in a voice that echoed in his mind.

“Watch your mouth, human.” “Or what?” I lifted my chin, meeting his stare. “You will growl at me? Newsflash—I’m not scared of dogs.” Growls rolled low from their throats. Claws extended with soft clicks against the table. They moved in slowly, closing the space. My pulse hammered in my ears. The room felt smaller, hotter. Sweat prickled at the back of my neck. I didn’t back down. The ache in my chest hurt worse than whatever they might do.

I heard Kate ask before hugging me. "I'm fine! I'm just tired of him bullying me." I said. "I can't believe Mrs. Grammer acted like he didn't say anything to you. She should have kicked him out." Kayla said "Yeah, but you know she is from his pack. She would never go against him for me. No one would; I am poor and a nobody. He is a soon-to-be Alpha of his pack." "You aren't a nobody, and it's not right how he treats you and gets away with it. Don't sell yourself short," Kate said.

“Where was I again? Ah. Right…” The story. “It was about a dog,” I said lazily. “A small, greedy thing… well respected among the others. The leader of its pack. It had everything it should have, everything at its level, anyway.” A rogue lunged from my left. I caught his wrist mid-strike, twisting, bone snapping under my grip like dry wood. Before he could scream, I drove him into the ground, the impact cracking beneath us as a wild grin stretched across my lips.

She exchanged glances with the dog that was sitting beside her. She turned around as well because it seemed like Aslan would take a while in the bathroom. There was no point in waiting. Who knows, he might come out naked, and who knew what else she’d see with that "jumbo" dog. She stepped out of the room, blinking, but was surprised when Jumbo followed her. "Go back to your owner," she told the dog, but it didn’t listen. It continued to follow her wherever she went. Okay. It seemed like she now had an ally in that house. She just stole the Husky from its owner. After all, she was the real owner of the house, not Aslan.

We head back towards the house and he bumps into my leg repeatedly, trying to get me to turn around. "Stop trying to herd me. I'm not a sheep." I tell him firmly, tossing him a treat as I walk into the bathroom to brush my teeth before bed. I lay down, thinking about the book as I stare at my ceiling. Basil jumps on the bed, spinning a few times before he lays down next to me. I run my fingers through his fur absentmindedly, my brain refusing to stop spinning as I think about the first few pages of the book. It started out with the beginning stages of a war, the main character building an army of werewolves to defeat their arch nemesis.

As Scarlet stood there with Ruth, at the end of the dead end, her back to the wall, she watched in fear as the group of bullies set their dog loose on her. Moments later, the huge, wild dog was charging, snarling, aiming right for her throat. It was all happening so fast, Scarlet hardly knew what to do.

Alex growls at him . "He isn't wrong Alex. If you do not like him addressing your sheeps with shame then teach them to grow up from whiny stubborn pups."I snap at him and walk in the centre of the ground where hungry wolves are ready to feast upon me but they must know who is the ruler here.

Instead, what is in front of me is a greedy and power-hungry wolf willing to do whatever he needs to do to get whatever he wants. This isn’t the friend that I know or that I have grown up with. However, I don’t let that phase me as I growl back and show him my own fangs. With my eyes locked on him, I step to the side and dig my back paw into the ground. No matter what happens now, I will not go down without a fight.

That's when I heard it. The low, growl to my right and my whole body seized up. Poppy started barking eagerly and I knew I was about to meet Mama Poppy. Slowly I turned around and almost shit myself at the sheer size of the Mama. That was no dog. If there was a dog here. That wolf ate the dog, then ate a horse because no way do they come in that size. The dog growled, muscles tense, mouth-frothing and shit... and I knew... I was about to be mauled to death.